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The sun's heat and the humidity rising off the pavement was enough to make any creature go racing through it. Radio's stations could be heard shuffling through. [i]Heeeeyyy there good afternoon everybody of NewYork City! It is 90 degrees with high humidity so if you're out for long periods of time do make sure to stay hydrated. Now back to th-[/i] The station was switched again with a groan from the one tussling with its knob. [color=#C04000]"Christ! Why does it have to be so hot! It's a PERFECT day for the A/C to break!"[/color] He shouted from behind a counter and a glass box surrounded by various foods and items.

A dark brown complexion with a bit of facial hair. A thin frame under a black shirt and red sweats with brand designs on them. His sneakers were grey and sort of worn. They were off his feet including his not so white socks. A red jacket wrapped around his waist.

He sat on a bar stool with sweat visibly running down his cheek past his bandana. He sighed leaving the radio at a rock song. He looked over with tired, nearly nauseous, eyes at the road where the cars and his customers zoomed past. He looked as their windows were closed. Likely enjoying a cool breeze inside. [color=#C04000]"Must be nice."[/color] He groaned. He grabbed a cool water bottle from a mini fridge and popped it open. He then spun the chair and observed the cameras. 

Taking a gulp of his water and letting a little drops on his head gave him a smile. [color=#C04000]"Aaaaaahhhh! Much better..."[/color] He shook his wet hair dry and opened his eyes to see the monitor was sprinkled with water. [color=#C04000]"Crap!"[/color] He took his jacket and wiped it. It covered the camera for a moment but when he was done a person was standing at the counter behind the glass. The person knocked to gain his attention frightening him for a moment. [b]"Hey let me get a pack of 1922s and a box of condoms, rifle size."[/b] 
His items were scanned for across the small space within this gas station's inventory.

[color=#C04000]"Alright this will be thirteen seventy five, anything el-"[/color] As he spoke something opened up beneath him. A strange light beneath his booth. Suddenly he began sinking in along with his seat. He began screaming in terror trying to grab onto something but missing the counter by centimeters. His fading voice could only be heard saying. [color=#C04000]"IM GUNNAA DDDIIIIEEEEE!!"[/color] The customer could only watch as the man disappeared. [b]"Uhhh... What..?"[/b]
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Bearer/Hope: acquired.

Begin transfer of remaining Bearers...[/i]